A/N: A chapter a day keeps the doctor away, right? That's been my plan all along because of the lack of emison on the show. By the way, Empty Gold is only part one of either two or three parts. We really love hearing that you guys are enjoying the pacing of this story, so just always keep that in mind that it's a long road for these two. Also, you guys are so awesome to hear from—some people's predictions and thoughts are so spot on!

Disclaimer: Cruel treatment of Alisonprepare to get your blood boiling.


Chapter 4

"You can come sit here, Alison," a kind voice sounds out and the shy blonde spots Aria standing at the table with a bag of food she went to go pick up. The first day in Emily's mansion has passed by slowly, but Ali is glad it's coming to a close.

The blonde nods attentively as she finishes brushing Pepe's abundance of hair in the hallway. Aria has already set the table with dishes, and Alison is starting to feel a little bit at ease. Emily went to do dry land training with her coach, and Hanna and Spencer were out doing a last minute meeting with the designer of the swimwear for tomorrow's photo shoot. The house has been fairly calm and quiet, and Alison is starting to recognize Aria and Cece as the more level-headed ones in Emily's group.

"There you are," Cece's snarky voice sounds out loudly as she enters the kitchen and sinks down into a chair. "Did you get me a salmon salad with lemon caesar dressing? And a chicken caesar salad for Alison?"

"Just like you asked me to, three times," Aria confirms with a patient voice though she looks at Cece warningly.

"Thanks, short stuff," Cece grins. She feels like a babysitter, and today is one of those days where she has been working out of Emily's estate for the sake of helping Emily out. "Alison, babe, wash your hands before eating alright?"

"Okay," Alison replies simply. She hasn't really spoken much all day, much to Cece's disappointment and slight frustration. But she reminds herself that the blonde slave probably has more problems than she can count.

When they finish eating in a peaceful manner, Aria helps Ali stack the dishes as Cece sits on her phone. The blonde finds this odd as Aria is most definitely not a slave, but she thinks she will offend the brunette if she says anything.

"If you can just wash and dry those, I'll clean the table," Aria states and Alison does as she's told. The quiet blonde picks up the three plates, carries them over to the sink, and is about to put them down when Pepe playfully bounds over and nudges her, hard—all three plates crash to the floor and shatter into pieces. Cece and Aria both let out sounds of surprise. Alison's eyes widen at the sharp, loud noise of the dishes breaking and her heart begins to race violently, anxiety stealing her breath. Pepe barks once and whines, nosing at the broken pieces.

"Oh fuck, are you okay?" Cece gasps as she places a hand over her heart but she follows Aria's wide-eyed gaze to see Alison frozen in fear, her breaths quick and frightened.

The young blonde instantly drops to her knees, cowering as a wave of dread washes over her.

"You good for nothing worthless piece of shit!" he screams as he throws a glass at her and misses. The glass shatters against the cabinet and Alison whimpers and quivers as he swiftly steps into her, smacking her across the face.

"Alison?" Cece calls, but the blonde is lost to her panic attack.

"I-I-I'm…s-s-s-or-ry," Alison spills out slowly as she hears the cruel screaming in her head. The screaming gets louder and more savage, and the sound of breaking glass echoes in her tortured mind.

"Does that look fucking clean to you?" he snarls as he grabs a large glass serving dish and slams it down on the ground, Alison yelping in fear as the shards miss her by inches.

"Shit," Cece jumps up from her chair and rushes over to the violently shaking girl. Cece kicks all the broken pieces away, examining Alison as she crouches down in front of her.

"Sor-ry," Alison stutters again as she hides her face from the older blonde, terrified to see her reaction. When it's silent for a few moments, she feebly lifts her head up in anticipation of being hit. Instead, her frightened blue eyes see Cece staring at her with a look of patience and sensitivity.

"It's alright, Alison," Cece tells her with a gentle, soothing voice, her face caring and almost maternal. "Accidents happen. No one's gonna hurt you."

Alison's breathing is shaky and she tries to nod as she stops the tears from escaping. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Aria grabbing a broom and dustpan and she feels so out of place as the short brunette begins to sweep up the pieces.

"See, it's no problem," Cece comforts her quietly. "Just take deep breaths and then go help Aria clean the table."

"Cece why don't you clean the table since most if it's your mess?" Aria teases as the older blonde shoots her a look. "I bought a pineapple and put it in the fridge. Do you think you can cut that Alison? It makes for a really good dessert."

"I…I don't know how," Alison stammers apologetically, her hands trembling as she opens and closes them by her sides in frustration. Why is she always so useless?

"That's alright," Aria quips as she empties her dustpan into the garbage. "I'll show you. It's no big deal. Cece will take care of the table."

"Whatever, short stuff," Cece grumbles as she stands up and gently helps Alison to her feet before grabbing a wet cloth and heading to wipe the table. The young blonde tries to take deep breaths, not accustomed to others being so patient and kind. She manages a small shaky smile as Aria explains the finer points of cutting pineapples.

x-x-x

The front door opens and Alison's ears perk up from the dinner table as she stares down the long hall way. She hears Emily's loud voice and laughter and gets to her feet, knowing she has to greet the brunette—it's just standard protocol, at least in her world it is. But before she can get through the hallway, she hears another voice that gives her pause.

"You think I'd be cute bald?" she hears Emily ask playfully with a giggle. "I'd get faster times in the pool you know, and then I'd beat Paige, for sure."

"Maybe you would be," Alison suddenly recognizes the voice. Seduction layer on top of seduction. Maya. "I don't know Em, some people might not like the bald dyke look."

"But what about you?" Em asks teasingly and Alison hears a pause before an answer from the other girl and she recognizes the sound of kissing.

"You know I'd want you whether you had hair like fucking Rapunzel or none at all," Maya reassures in a sweet voice and Alison crinkles her nose slightly at the sound of that. "And I can't wait to get your gorgeous ass into bed tonight."

"Who says you have to wait for bed?"

Alison has heard enough but unfortunately, Pepe comes trotting through the hallway past Ali to greet his owner and Alison sighs, following the dog into the foyer.

"Hi boy," Emily greets the dog lovingly as she kneels down to pet him. Her eyes see Alison approaching too and they light up at the sight of the blonde. "Hey Ali!"

"Look who it is," Maya says coyly as she possessively wraps her arms around Emily from behind when the brunette stands up. Emily flashes her charming smile and holds onto Maya's hands to make sure they don't roam.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes," Alison replies, shyly nodding.

"How could it not be when you've got this beauty watching out for you," Maya grins at Alison but the blonde can see the threatening look flash in her dark eyes before the raven haired girl presses a kiss to Emily's shoulder blade.

"I have to go shower," Emily says gently as she peels Maya off of her much to the dark haired girl's displeasure.

"Maya, babe, show Ali where she'll be sleeping."

Maya's lips curl upwards into a cruel snarky smile as she looks over Alison like a lion looks over a feeble gazelle. The blonde wants to plead with Emily to not leave her alone with this girl, but she bites her tongue and tries to hold her head steady and high.

"God I need a shower," Emily mumbles placing a quick kiss to Maya's lips as she passes.

Alison tries not to give away any reaction when Maya keeps her eyes locked with Ali's through out the kiss. Emily escapes upstairs and Alison longs to join her, simply to get as far away from Maya as possible.

"You heard Em, let me show you, Ali," Maya deviously quips in a low, taunting voice that sends chills up Ali's spine. She makes Ali sound like a dirty word and Alison feels her gut churn uncomfortably at the twist Maya has given the nickname the others use freely. Maya steps closer to the blonde girl and grips Alison's face tightly with one hand, her fingers digging painfully into her cheeks.

"You know whose's in charge here, don't you?" Maya questions aggressively.

"Y-yes ma'am," Ali squeaks out fearfully and dread fills her as Maya lets go of her face and grabs her hand, tugging her along roughly.

"Good, then come on, this way," Maya sniggers with a peppy voice though the blonde knows she's anything but cheery. The raven-haired girl brings her through the house to a back room near the laundry room. Alison pauses as they pass by the laundry room- she swore that Aria had said she would be staying in there, temporarily on an air mattress. The blonde hadn't minded in the least bit, she's had to sleep in far worse conditions.

"Nah uh, this way," Maya taunts wickedly and tugs hard on Alison's hand as she throws her into a tiny backroom—it looks like an extra storage space. "See that?"

Maya gestures towards a large dog cage that looks brand new. Alison timidly nods as Maya grabs her face again. "I asked you a question."

"Yes ma'am," Alison breathes out painfully as Maya's squeezes her cheeks harshly. She does not want to know what sick plan Maya has.

"It was for Pepe," Maya explains as she stares domineeringly at Alison. "But he out grew it—he knows his place in this house without it. I'm not so sure you know yours, yet."

She throws Alison down sideways and the blonde bites back a squeak as she lands painfully on her hip. The aggressive girl crouches down in front of Ali as the blonde winces, trying to shy away from her.

"You can play innocent all you want, but I know you can see the way Emily looks at you," Maya spits in a low, threatening voice. She taps her finger on Alison's nose at you and proceeds to drag it down over her lips, down her chin, and down her neck to start of her chest. "And I can see the way you look at her."

Alison is about to protest and insist that this is all a mistake, that she has no control over any of this, but Maya gives her a pointed look that tells her to stay silent. Her skin crawls as Maya drags her finger down into the slightly exposed cleavage from the v-neck of Alison's shirt. "Good girls stay quiet while people play with them."

Alison closes her eyes momentarily, trying to escape the inevitable horror of what she foresees coming. This is all too familiar and too frightening.

"Open your eyes," Maya orders harshly, using her nail to scratch at Alison's delicate skin. She quickly does as she's told, wishing Maya would stop touching her. Alison knows she's quivering beneath the girl's touch, but she can't help it—she's fucking terrified.

"If you want to please Emily, you gotta please me," Maya taunts in a dangerously seductive tone. Alison swallows thickly with great apprehension. She's kicking herself in the ass- she had gotten comfortable way too quickly, settled in and let her guard down. Aria and Cece may be nice and kind, but they aren't the ones with power in this house. She had started to think her fear of this may be irrelevant in this household and that Emily would spare her but maybe Emily was just waiting for Maya to have her way with Alison first.

"Emily may have bought you, but I own you, bitch," Maya says in a sickly sweet voice as she stands up and uses her foot to push Alison towards the cage. "Get on your hands and knees. Now."

There is no forgiveness, no compassion in Maya's dark eyes. Alison feels as though she doesn't have any more pride left to swallow as she gets on her hands and knees, humiliated.

"In you go," Maya sings tauntingly and Alison looks at her, one last desperate attempt to plead with the cruel girl. But all she gets back is a harsh glare, Alison turns towards the cage and forces herself to crawl in. It's not nearly big enough for her to sit in comfortably let alone sleep. "Come on, all the way in—I'm gonna lock you in here for days."

"What the hell are you doing?!" a loud voice from the door makes Alison pause, frightened, half in and half out of the awful contraption. Hanna.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Maya snickers. "Emily said to show her where she's going to sleep."

"Emily is going to flip shit when she finds out what you're doing," Hanna threatens angrily. She may not care much for slave rights and all that stuff that Emily seems to go on and on about, but she knows that this is inappropriate.

"Oh come on, I was just messing around," Maya rolls her eyes and pulls at Alison's hair viciously to get her completely out of the cage, causing the blonde to squeal in pain.

"Stop that! You're hurting her," Hanna snaps grabbing for Maya's hands. But Maya shakes Hanna off angrily, like a snake that's just been provoked.

"Oh please! She's just a fucking slave," Maya argues testily but she releases the poor blonde on the ground who recoils instantly. "Stay on your knees."

"No, this is ridiculous. Stand up, Alison," Hanna states firmly.

The timid blonde looks up fearfully and sees both girls staring down at her with intimidating looks. She's unsure of what to do. Her blue eyes dart back and forth fearfully looking for a sign of whose more likely to hurt her, Hanna is furious but Maya gives her such a devilish look that has Alison shrinking back in fear, cruelty trumps anger.

"Don't listen to Maya. Just stand up, let's go," Hanna continues with a pointed glare at Maya.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Alison does as she's told and shakily rises to her feet. But the instant she does, she's met with Maya's hand—the cruel girl steps forward and slaps her harshly across the face, causing her head to whip to the side painfully.

"What the fuck!" Hanna exclaims in shock as Maya turns to her with steely eyes. "Fuck you, crazy bitch—I'm getting Emily."

"She's a slave. If I want to hit her, I'm going to fucking hit her. She has to know her place. Emily has no fucking idea how to train people," Maya insists as she steps up into Hanna's face. "And what Emily doesn't know won't hurt her, Hanna."

"You can bet its gonna hurt when Em chucks you out on your insane ass," Hanna spits back. "Em-"

Maya covers Hanna's mouth as the designer tries to call for Emily and both blondes' eyes widen in alarm. Alison doesn't know what to do. Maya is well within her rights to throw a slave around but Hanna is a free woman and a good friend of Emily's—she briefly wonders if she has an obligation to protect the designer.

"If you breathe one word of this to my girlfriend," Maya hisses into Hanna's ear. "It's amazing how quickly reputations can be destroyed, your mother's for example."

Maya releases Hanna who makes a feeble attempt to push Maya further away.

"Leave my mom out of this," Hanna snarls, hating every fiber of Maya's tiny being.

"I will," Maya smiles sinisterly. "Who knows maybe my Daddy can get her a promotion."

Maya laughs cruelly as Hanna tries to puff herself up, trying to claw back some power. But as Alison watches a defeated look settles crosses Hanna's pissed off face and Hanna hangs her head. Ali is suddenly exponentially afraid for her own well being, afraid of how Maya is going to treat her after this. The crazed girl has already proven she can get away with anything in this house.

"You're a fucking cunt," Hanna spits lowly at Maya, her eyes burning with a fiery disgust.

"All of you think you're fucking saints or something. Jesus Christ she's a fucking slave, this is how you break them in so they know their place," Maya almost screeches in frustration as she steps towards Hanna. "And you're not leaving until you show you can put her in her place too."

"What do you mean?" Hanna asks defiantly.

"Time to prove yourself, Marin," Maya instructs as though teaching a new sport to an aspiring athlete. "Don't show fear, they can smell it."

Maya laughs cruelly as she steps up behind Ali and uses one hand to hold the blonde's wrists behind her back while grabbing her hair with the other hand. Hanna is at a loss but Alison feels unpleasant tingles in her fingers she can only imagine where this is going.

"I don't-"

"Right across the face," Maya snickers as she pulls Alison's head back painfully before releasing it. The blonde grits her teeth as she bares the pain. Its not the sting of her hair being pulled that hurts the most anyway, she can't stand being in such close proximity with Maya. It's as if she can feel the evil girl's presence burning her. "Though you might want to hit the other side. I got her pretty good on the left."

"You're sick," Hanna growls, and crosses her arms. She's been backed into a corner and she doesn't know how to escape.

"Please, everyone treats them like this," Maya scoffs. "Now do it or I'm going to make sure your mom is homeless by the end of week. You know I can. One phone call is all it will take."

Hanna falters, at a loss, and Alison looks at her pleadingly, hoping to God that there's a chance the other blonde will fight back.

"If your Mom gets a promotion do you think it will bring back your Dad?" Maya goads.

Hanna reacts instantly and slaps Alison's right cheek. Its not the hardest Alison has ever been hit, by any means, but the reasoning behind it stings all the more. Alison lowers her head disgusted with herself for believing things like hope and mercy ever existed.

"There," Hanna mutters and Alison expects to be released but Maya shakes the blonde, tightens her hold and pulls Ali's head back up again.

"Harder," Maya orders in a dark, scary voice. "Now."

"I just-"

"Harder."

Maya's voice leaves no room for argument and Hanna looks at Alison who stares back with dead eyes. Hope is useless.

Hanna tries to give her an apologetic glance, and takes a deep breath before raising her hand and bamshe backhands Ali so hard that Hanna gasps at her own sheer force, instantly covering her mouth with her hands in shock. The sound of skin smacking skin resounds in the tiny room and Hanna shamefully hangs her head for a moment. Alison feels tears escape her eyes and she tries and fails to keep her balance as Maya throws her aside and storms to the door.

"Breathe a word of this and I'll fuck you both over," Maya promises with a hiss as she leaves.

The room is deafly silent except for Alison's sniffles as she tries to control herself, it won't do to cry, crying only leads to harsher punishments. Hanna stands awkwardly unsure of what to say, her hand throbs and her heart is heavy with the knowledge of what she's done. Alison curls into herself and Hanna watches as the slave slowly begins to cry on the ground. Its painful to watch. This girl may be a slave but she's still a goddamn person.

Hanna crouches down beside Alison and lifts her shaking hand to the blonde's shoulder.

"Hey I-"

Alison jerks back violently, wild and terrified, her watery blue eyes stare at Hanna with nothing but fear and Hanna has to look away.

"I-I'm sorry, ma'am," Alison timidly stutters out through her tears.

"No, Alison, you don't..."

Alison hangs her head and winces expecting more punishment. Hanna doesn't even know how to begin consoling the slave, nothing she can say will fix this she knows so she clenches her fists by her sides.

"Go shower, your stuff is in the laundry room," Hanna mutters rougher than she means to as she flees the room and her guilt.

x-x-x

Hot water falls steadily on Alison comfortingly as she takes deep breaths in the shower. The blonde tries to wash away all the grime that the long day has left. The water pressure is just right, and the temperature is perfect. She stands under the luxurious spray lost in her own thoughts, half asleep, when she hears the door creak open. Her heart clenches as her mind floods instantly with worries. What if it's Emily coming to relieve some stress or, worse, Maya back for some more torture.

"Hey Alison?" Aria calls out and Alison feels herself relax at the familiar friendly voice. Her chest is a little less constricted as she protectively wraps her arms around herself out of instinct.

"Y-y-yes," Alison stutters out, still a little fearful since she's not sure what Aria could want. Maybe she's supposed to collect Alison or maybe she's here to hurry the slave along—the blonde's mind immediately flutters to thoughts of being yanked out of the shower and thrown to the wolves.

"Hey! Cool, sorry to barge in I just really need to brush my teeth," Aria apologetically calls out. She shuts the door quietly behind her, not hearing any response from the shy blonde. "Is that ok?"

Alison nods dutifully and then realizes Aria can't see her behind the half wall the separates the shower stall from the rest of the bathroom.

"Y-yes" she timidly answers, because, what else can she really say?

"Thank you," Aria replies kindly and fetches her toothbrush. "Sorry to do this to you but we share a bathroom"

Alison instantly feels awful — she's taken up Aria's bathroom and forced the small brunette to share with a slave. She shivers as she remembers the brief period of time when her shower had been strictly cold water coming out of a hose with a bucket. Someone as sweet and pleasant as Aria shouldn't have to share with a pariah like her.

"Don't worry though, Em's gonna add an ensuite to your future bedroom... fancy huh?" Aria sounds happy enough but Alison is confused.

"A…a what?" Alison asks shyly, wondering if she should stop the shower before Aria possibly comments on her usage. But she hasn't even used soap yet, and so she decides against it cautiously, hoping Aria won't say anything.

"She wants to add a bathroom to your future room, or at least that was the update I last heard from her," Aria shrugs. She looks around and notices Ali's only change of clothes on the closed toilet seat. "Ali, is that your only pair of clothes?"

"Yes," Ali replies not knowing where the conversation is going.

"Okay, well I'll lay out a pair of pjs for you to sleep in on your mattress okay?" Aria quips as she begins to brush her teeth.

"O-oh it's okay-"

"Nonsense, what else would you sleep in?" Aria says kindly as she brushes.

"Thank you," Alison replies as she lathers and tries to finish up quickly. Aria spits in the sink and then washes her face. Before leaving, she wipes the counter top.

"Of course. Take your time showering, okay? And fyi, Pepe's leash is in the kitchen with baggies next to it if you need to take him out in the morning," Aria calls out on her way out.

"I will," Alison replies just before she hears the door slam shut. She lets out a little sigh of relief as she lets the water comfort her once more. The shower might certainly become her favorite part of the day.

x-x-x

The blonde finishes towel drying her hair in the bathroom so she doesn't drip water everywhere. She tiptoes down the hallway and down the stairs so she doesn't alert anybody to her presence – she does not want to run into Maya one more time tonight. Her head is still throbbing from the way both Maya and Hanna whacked her up the side of the face. She hopes a bruise doesn't form because she doesn't want to explain to Emily how that happened. That conversation would be doomed before it started, Ali thinks.

As she walks along the large hallway to the end of the house where the laundry room is, she wonders what it would be like to be free and have the option to choose to live like this. To have so much power…Alison can't even fathom the idea.

She sees that the laundry room door is slightly slid open, and her brow wrinkles because she thought she had shut it completely. Light filters into the dark hallway and Alison listens intently waiting for a hint, but she hears nothing. She creeps closer, afraid of something terrible popping out at her, aka Maya. Her senses heighten, and she knows that she isn't alone.

Alison closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, steadying herself for whoever is behind the door. She slides it back and her eyes widen slightly—on the air mattress lies Emily, fast asleep. The toned, brunette athlete is lying flat on her back, her right arm under her head and her left arm slung over her face, blocking the light. Her skimpy nightwear leaves little to the imagination, Alison notes. Her tiny tank top has risen significantly and reveals her very toned, yet soft tan tummy with v-lines going straight into her way too short shorts.

The young blonde thinks for a moment that in this position, spread out across Ali's mattress, the brunette looks quite innocent—vulnerable almost. But Alison sees the brunette has fallen asleep partly on the clothes that Aria folded and left for Alison to wear to bed. Her mind adds up her observations and comes to the conclusion that Emily has been waiting for her to get out of the shower so she can fool around before bed. After all, Alison thinks, Emily has been alluding to this all day—they just somehow kept getting interrupted, and Emily seems patient enough to wait to get what she wants.

Her mind flashes back to earlier by the pool—"The human body can only handle so much"— she thinks maybe Emily had intended on being quite rough, but the brunette doesn't look like she could hurt a fly right now. Alison tilts her head as she examines the sleeping athlete, and she decides this is might not be bad if Emily is already tired. She's gotten a better sense of the brunette as the day progressed, and she thinks that perhaps Emily isn't the kind to make their first time unbearable.

Alison looks down at herself and realizes she's still wearing the beige shirt with nothing else but her panties and her towel wrapped around her waist. She looks at Emily once more, and she makes the quick decision as she drops her towel on the ground along with her pants and bra. The blonde walks slowly over to the mattress, bends down. She crawls over Emily, her knees on either side of the brunette. She wants to make sure Emily knows she is dutiful and appreciative, and she prays desperately that Maya doesn't come down and mess this up because Alison isn't sure she can perform in front of that horrible girl.

The blonde sinks her lower body down on top of Emily, her center right on top of Emily's as she internally debates whether or not to kiss the brunette to wake her up. She thinks that Emily probably is the kind of girl who appreciates being woken up with light kisses to her skin, and she hopes for the hundredth time that what she's done before works with the brunette because the blonde really has no idea how to go about this. She's used to being shoved and thrown around, ordered and forced to do things, though she can't help but think Emily doesn't like things like that.

As Alison makes the decision and leans down, the brunette shifts with a jerk in her sleep and Alison gasps as she's thrown off the brunette. She tumbles off the athlete, landing half on the mattress, half on the ground with a squeak.

Emily's eyes fly open at the disturbance and she quickly sits up with a gasp. "Oh my god, Ali," she says as she holds back a small giggle taking in the sight of poor Alison with her legs on the bed and her back on the ground. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, did I knock you off the bed?"

"Yes ma'am—Emily," Alison amends hastily as she props herself up, her cheeks growing rosy as she tries to face Emily's clearly amused eyes. At least the brunette isn't angry at Ali for waking her.

"You're wearing that to sleep?" Emily asks in a husky, sleepy voice as her eyes rake over the blonde. Alison doesn't fail to notice how they linger on her chest in the thin shirt for just a second longer before settling on her legs and then snapping back up.

"No," Alison shakes her head slowly before gesturing to the clothes under Emily's arm. "Those."

Emily looks down and sees she's partially covering them so she moves over and watches as Alison stiffly sits up.

"Fuck, did that hurt?" Emily asks with concern. "Is it your back? Cece told me you slept on her couch last night, you couldn't have slept well and now you have to sleep on this."

Alison just shrugs as she brings her legs down but Emily gets what she perceives to be a brilliant idea.

"Here, come sit here, I'll work out all the knots in your back," Emily suggests casually and pats the space on the air mattress in front of her but all Alison hears is "I'm horny, let me touch you".

"O-okay," Alison stutters and scrambles to sit on the air mattress obediently, her back to Emily as she tries to steady her breathing.

"Mmm no," Em thinks as she adjusts herself and opens her legs up innocently so Alison can sit between them. "Sit here."

The blonde wiggles backwards obediently, still clad in only her panties and thin shirt. As fearful as she is of Emily finally using her, she is glad to be getting the first time over with. Emily must want to start out light, touching Alison innocently and then sensually before they continue onto Alison pleasuring the brunette, the blonde thinks. That's how it's always progressed in the past, though not necessarily in a gentle manner, which Alison attributes to Emily's childish nature.

But she feels a tiny spark of excitement coursing through her that is a foreign feeling, and a confusion shoots through her as she feels Emily's hands settle on her back gently.

"I came down to make sure the mattress was okay for you," Emily continues to chatter as she begins to work her fingers into Alison's back over her shirt. She takes her time trying to gauge the blonde's sensitivity as she starts near her shoulder blades. "Clearly it's very comfy since I completely knocked out. It's probably cause we did stairs today, god those are the worst."

Alison has no idea what "did stairs" means, but she is having a hard time focusing on Emily's words when Emily's fingers are skillfully digging into her back. It's as if the brunette's fingers know exactly what to do and how to attack her muscles.

"You have a lot of knots," Emily observes, her voice low, as she pauses to brush Alison's hair over one shoulder. "Have you ever had a massage before?"

"Yes, but not like this," Alison replies truthfully though shyly. She can only remember hands barely digging into the skin or sweaty hands pawing and rubbing her back. Nothing like this.

"Oh, well I know how to properly massage, being an athlete and all," Emily explains as she continues.

Emily works her fingers down Alison's spine and reaches the small of her back, digging her thumbs in at the base and her fingers slip under Alison's shirt, massaging her bare skin. The blonde's breath hitches and the brunette catches this, a feeling of lust swirling in Emily's stomach instantly.

Alison closes her eyes in anticipation as Emily's hands work their way back up under her shirt, and her fingers wander dangerously close as they massage the muscles on her sides near her chest.

"Does that feel good?" Emily means to ask casually but her voice comes out in a low, husky whisper as she leans closer to Alison, her warm breath hitting the blonde's neck.

"Yes," Alison replies quietly, and it does, it surprisingly doesn't hurt or feel bad, in any sense—but the anxiety of having to perform as Emily's purchased property, as Emily's personal slave, ruins any chance of Alison actually enjoying the massage. This is just the precursor to the real deal, and Alison doesn't want to do anything else. She just wants to sit here and let her muscles relax for a moment, let herself enjoy this. But she knows that isn't her place, nor purpose. She's bought for one purpose only, and she can't let herself pretend that isn't the case.

"You're tensing up," Emily notes astutely as she pauses her ministration and Alison mistakes the caution in Emily's voice for irritation.

"Sorry, I'll try to do better," Alison squeaks out and she really does want to do well.

Emily tries to continue to work out the knots in Alison's back, but she can feel a shift in the blonde's aura and she wonders if she's crossed a boundary. The brunette notices bruises on the blonde's neck and she feels her insides burn with anger at the thought of someone grabbing Alison so hard they left blue and purple marks.

She slows her motions and takes her hands out from under Alison's shirt before reverently running one hand lightly over the bruises.

"Do they hurt?" Emily asks quietly, and Alison shakes her head, ashamed. What if Emily is displeased with her because of the ugly bruises marring her skin?

"Are you sure?" the brunette asks as she notices Alison wince. "They look-"

But the brunette doesn't get to finish her sentence as a whiny voice calls her name from the second floor.

"Emmy? Where are you?" Maya's voice floats through the house and the brunette forces herself to move away from Alison.

"Sorry, Maya gets a little needy at night," Emily shares with a sigh as she gets up from behind Alison and hops off the mattress. "Guess you owe me next time huh?"

The brunette teases her gently, wiggling her eyebrows playfully, and Alison nods, assuming the worst.

"Let anyone know if you need anything okay?" Emily instructs as she heads for the exit to the laundry room, she passes at the light switch. "Want me to turn the light off?"

The blonde instantly shakes her head, barely managing to conceal her sudden response with a small polite smile. No, she really doesn't want the lights off. Ever.

"Alright. Goodnight, Alison," Emily says as she stares a moment longer at the blonde with a deep thoughtful expression before she shakes her head and leaves.

"Goodnight," Alison replies quietly and she instantly feels relief, mixed with something else she can't quite place her finger on as Emily leaves her alone.